From a mountain top, I wish to look down
on the scattered dots,
in illuminated rooms,
in smoking chimneys,
in white ceilings,
on sloping roofs,on slim tree tops, on arrogant highways,on shy country roads.
From a mountain top, I wish to hang,
to dangle between rock and sand,
to feel every cell of my body clinging to life,
to feel something to overcome,
to look up to something again.
From a mountain top, I wish to slide
to find speed,
to let go,
to raise my hands up in air and shake the core,
to feel the wind on my face,
and to keep going even when I don’t want to go.